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Here is one story retold, albeit with a pithier ending:
you don't look 18 to me
What happened: went to gas station to get a pack of cigarettes, and the woman asked for id. she checks the id and goes, "you don't look 18 to me.."
What I said: thanks for the compliment.
What I SHOULD have said: you don't look ugly to me...(but you are).
The French call it l'esprit d'escalier, "the wit of the staircase," those biting ripostes that are thought of just seconds too late, on the way out of the room-or even, to tell the truth, days later. It's happened to you: you've suddenly thought of just what would put your foe in his or her place, but past the time when the arrow could sting its victim. You've stewed in your own juice ever since, and the chance for singeing repartee is gone forever.
Or is it?
Dorothy Parker or Oscar Wilde may have had the rapier wit to tweak their tormentors on the spot, but for the rest of us, we offer the Internet's only L'esprit d'escalier web site!